Me: Yo, long time no update. Sorry for being so late in updating this fic again. I hope this will make up for all the lost time. It's pretty long.
Natsume: So what if it's pretty long?
Me: Ignoring the guy with me. I have to ask for your forgiveness if ever there are mistakes found on this chapter.
Natsume: Damn it, You haven't given me enough showtime like the first chapter!
Me: Still ignoring him, I hope you enjoy. I would like to thank the reviewers that still kept on reviewing this fic. They have given me the inspiration to move on with this fic (Sparkly things start flying around) Thank You! (Kisses the air)
Natsume: Wierdo...Whatever, on to the Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: My name is not Higuchi nor do I have a Tachibana on my name. So this fic is not mine.
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Chapter: Sorry is the Hardest Thing to Say
Natsume's POV:
That was clearly unexpected. Although, for the past few years of my life, I have taught myself to expect the unexpected. That was totally a woah, I thought I expected the unexpected but I unexpectedly didn't get what I had unexpected. If you catch my drift.
Since the start of having Ruka tag along with the strange and totally delusional party which contained two hated foes of ours well one of them was still a stranger to Ruka but I hated that certain female with my entire being. I thought that he would get me by then with his evil yet totally nasty plots of revenge. Being a close friend of his and being the only one who known of his tragic and defiled past with that perverted, gay yet supposed straight guy, he would have considered me a traitor to what he called the last of the male half of the human race that didn't yet get infected by the female virus or cooties or so to speak.
Of course, I was still immune to girl disease but having him see me in my 'weak state', meaning threatened with the fact that I'll be kicked out of my own home and being surrounded by two female control-freaks that were secretly accomplices and a totally idiotic nuisance yet strangely attractive girl, would boast the opposite.
" Natsume! Hurry up. Do I have to drag you around this place? I don't even know where we are right now" And I was back to reality, facing the rough and dangerous trial of having to guide this totally idiotic girl around campus, risking my reputation as the totally hot and cool loner guy of Tokyo. Sigh, the things I do for my personal needs to survive. Maybe I should have taken that opportunity of being skewered by beavers and trampled to death by elephants when I still had the chance. It would've been less painful and less humiliating that this.
And then a great outburst of ideas of escape came to me. And I chose the most highly successful idea from the thousands of ideas that came by me. But first, I had to find him...
I scowered throughout the court yard and across the widening stretch of uniforms that were aligning themselves towards school. I knew he was part of the universally long line headed towards the institution but that was a problem.
He fitted too well with the crowd...
I had to sigh, this was going to take a while. And I had to keep my eyes out to the stupid Polka Dots before she runs out and becomes a stray Polka Dog in the midst of all this confusion. That wouldn't be a nice thing to happen, especially if the old hag were to find out.
Crap...
" Hey, Hey Natsume can I pick one of these flowers?" the Polka Dotted girl was pointing at a bush of flowers that were aligned towards a frilly and girly tea house. I didn't answer her at that moment since my eyes were stuck wondering about the grounds searching for that specific boy.
" Hey Natsume! Are you listening at all?" I caught her staring at me with a questionable stare. But I just smirked. I liked making her annoyed because of me. It made me feel like my old self. The Super Cool and Totally Hot Devilish Me.(Smirk)
I could even feel myself laughing evilly at the thought, hehe. So Hot...
I heard the girl mumbled something inaudible but I was still stuck praising myself and other things still related to me that I didn't care. Oh yeah, I still had to get my grocery shopping done today. And I have work...It was a Monday, wasn't it? No, I think I was given a day off or so I was told. But then again I should ask Ruka about it since he works with me but will he kill me with that dreaded stare again once we see each other?!
While I was stuck contemplating myself and arguing on the inside, Polka Dots was doing something with the bushes but it was hidden with her back. I thought that I felt my spine tingle with a cold sensation that something really awful was going to happen in a matter of seconds.
Ever since I was little, I had the knack of feeling something bad happening to me with the exact time before impact. Call it ESP or telekinesis, a sixth sense or even a gift from God to help all the hot people around the world for all I care, but I was ,for the countless of times of being assaulted from females obsessed with my body, thankful. Really Thankful.
And now, that gift from the Almighty is telling me to prepare for impact within...
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A dashing cloud of smoke from the long line kept going our way. The sheer force from the object separated the lines as if it were Moses dividing the Dead Sea with his all powerful God gifted staff. Except, the staff was out of this scene. The object was moving closer and closer in an insanely high speed that could not have been possible for a normal human being but then again, there were those type of people that kept reaching out their dirty and perverted hands on handsome men like me. Yes, and I already knew she was behind that thick fog of smoke.
"Great" I sighed, knowing all too well what will happen on impact. I readied myself for her, glancing at the surrounding area for a moment to find a small space to step aside. And then...
" Kyaaa!!!Natsume-sama!" the fangirl screamed, her arms wide open ready to catch her expected victim in a gripping and life-threatening bear hug. But of course, the victim was too smart for the likes of her. And in the end, permy green hair and auburn locks mixed and got into a large entangled mess. And let me tell you, coming from a guy who had some short of fashion sense, those two colors don't mix at all.
" Umm..." the Polka Dotted girl mumbled in pain out of the sheer wait of the girl in front of her body.
I couldn't help but feel indefinitely disturbed at the sight. Helloooo...this is a boy-girl relationship romance novel, isn't it? Wait, is this a romance fiction?! Does that mean my own existence is futile?! Do I even know who I am ANYMORE?! I AM Natsume Hyuga known as the loner/hottie in Tokyo, aren't I?! Gasp, I don't know who I am annymore!
I must therefore weep on the inside since I still have a reputation to keep, as of the moment...
" Natsume-sama, Natsume-sama, Natsume-sama were you okay during our long and sorrowful parting?" the permy-haired fangirl chanted while rubbing her face on the black cloth. That is really, to put it bluntly and out of all the extremely complicated words in my dictionary and vocabulary, disturbing.
" Frankly, you're disturbing. Permy." and as if the sound of my voice resonated to the ears of the girl, she quickly turned her head a complete 180 degrees towards me. Her face flushed with shame, embarrassment, stupidity and all those feelings that girls get when they realized that their idolized no slash that, their obsession was at the other way around and then the girl finds out who she caught in her death trap.
" Kyaaa!" her shrilling shriek almost matched that of Polka's amazingly high frequency sonar-like voice. Almost, that is. " Who is this girl touching me?!" she hurriedly moved away from Polka as if she were a spec of dirt on her new Gucci original.
Yes, she was richer than anyone else but she was also a stuck-up obsessed wannabe-girlfriend of Natsume which she herself proclaimed but is actually a farce. Sigh, that's why I hated girls. They always come to conclusions first and leave the explanations later. Don't worry, I know pretty much out of personal experience. Damn stupid females... I know how Ruka feels. As a fellow handsome man of this human race, Ruka wherever you are, I feel your pain.
" Natsume-sama! That was cruel of you." the permy-head pouted reaching out her hand towards me, awaiting for me to get it but eew, no way am I touching that piece of girly trash. Instead I turned and stared at the being she smacked head-on and spoke nonchalantly, "Oi, Let's get going, Polka."
" Polka?" she questioned again. "Natsume-sama, is that my new nickname?" Umm, like Eew! Your nickname should be Perverted Princess, in short, HORNY GIRL!
I twitched and called out the name of the still recovering girl only this time with much force needed. "Oi Polka, stop goofing off and get up." I snapped at her and the auburn girl quickly responded with a pouty face saying. "What is your problem?! Clearly, you can see that I'm hurt, Baka Natsume! Bleh!"
Resisting the urge to punch her and stretch her cheeks, dragging her out to the forwarding lines of the student body. But of course, after certain events and the fact that my impatience can sometimes run off. I reached out to her pale porcelain face and squeezed the life out of one of puffy cheeks.
"Stupid, idiotic Polka. Get the hell up and follow me...or else." I gave her my signature death glare but because of the number of times that I gave her, she suddenly had almost miraculously grown a certain immunity to my death glares. It really is a miracle that someone actually has that kind of immunity to my glare.
The girl pouted at my glare. Yup, she didn't get infected and experience such symptoms like spine chills, extreme paleness of the face, numbness of legs, speechlessness, etc., etc. Yup, nothing at all. Only pouting. Which was a sign that the glare was not working up to its full capacity.
Damn it, it's like I'm losing my edge to this girl. How humiliating.
" Give me your hand first." she commanded. I couldn't help but twitch. What the hell is she thinking...I reach out and grab her? Clearly, her mind is thick with the fog called dimwitted-ness. Or maybe it was the fault of that sadistic and evil queen of blackmail, IMAI. No way am I falling into her death trap. No Way am I risking my reputation as the Single Man who is a certified Purebred Chick Magnet.
I gave her the No-Way-Am-I-Helping-You-You-Big-Headed-Polka-Dotted-Idiot look which she gladly returned with a smirk and a I-Know-You'll-Help-Me-Or-Else-I'm-Telling-Selena-Neechan-And-Besides-It-IS-Your-Fault look. Damn it,she knows too much. But if I kill her now, I'd make a scene that would Still instill to the minds of the witnesses thus letting the news spread to the sensory organs of the Hag. Damn it, I had no other choice but to reach out to her flattened body. Ignoring the gaping faces of the spectators and the shrieking Permy girl.
I almost forgot to introduce her. Meet Permy Girl, her real name: I don't give a damn to know. Her age: I don't know, maybe the same age as me and Ruka since she's part of our class. Her Hobby: who cares, other than stalking Ruka and I, that's all I know maybe that is her hobby. Miscellaneous Topics about her: I told you, I got no care in the world about her, her specific feature is that her green seaweed-like hair makes people think that she's a sea monster. Oh, and when she gets moody just like now, her seaweed-like hair seems to wiggle out of place. Wierdo.
" Get up already." I stated and she grinned at the politeness that I had portrayed to her. I was actually at her mercy and by the hotwheels that I currently lost to her, I didn't like it one bit. This was embarrassing but must endure for the sake of having a home to return to after all this hellish day was over.
I didn't get the chance to find that certain person that I needed to find because of certain situations that made Polka and I move to the inside of the large infrastructure after that unfortunate collision with one of my fangirls. I had to have the obligation of touring her the inner compounds of the structure myself. How Delightful...
We had a lot of time on our hand so we got to tour half of the rooms found in the High School Department. But because I had to get her registered myself, I took her to the Principal for a formal introduction and so that she knew what section she belonged and her schedule for the upcoming school year, too. But before that, we had another certain encounter with another problem.
" Mikan-chan! Long Time no see." a tall blonde-haired man bumped directly into my acquaintance's face and at that moment hugged her like she was a doll. I knew only one person in this whole entire institution that had the courage to hug a girl with the body of a High School student in public. And he was gay.
" Narumi-sensei! It's only been a while but I missed you too!" Polka laughed as Narumi lifted her thin body up into the air as if her body weight was that of a piece of paper. Hmpf, I'm not jealous. I can look at those two all I want and NOT get JEALOUS at ALL. Except irritated at the fact that THEY WERE WASTING MY PRECIOUS TIME.
" Oi, can we get a move on. You're wasting my time.I need to get to class, idiot Narumi." I provoked, hoping that he actually listened to me during his 'fun time.'
" Ah, Natsume-chan." At last he notices! But with the -chan...
" Don't you dare make nicknames with me." I grumbled.
As if caring, he turned and faced Polka. "Don't worry Mikan-chan, I'll supervise your stay here and I shall escort you to the principal's office myself. Natsume-kun can go back to his classes now." At last...SALVATION!
" Well, see you two." I turned my back to the direction of my classroom, on the inside, I was grateful and glad that I was finally separated from the problem child.
The school bell for the first period rang when I got to my classroom. But I didn't care since whenever I got to school, I only slept or read manga inside the classroom in order for time to pass by. I already knew the lessons, I only went to school because I knew I needed to finish my High School Educational Degree in order to attain into some profitable job in the future.
I slumped back at my seat at the back, ignoring the staring faces of the students and the teacher. I glanced at my seatmate, Ruka, before sitting at my place. Plastering the manga book on top of my face and the heels of my shoes on top of my portion of the desk, I slept.
Even as close as we were since the tables were joint together like those found in universities, I didn't hear a word of disagreement from Ruka but I was reluctant to say sorry to the guy. After all, he was the first to give me the cold shoulder. But, this farce, can't go on like this...he had to know the truth before this situation got any worse.
From behind the manga book I muttered words coherent only to Ruka's ears. "Hey Ruka, I..."
I was disrupted when the doors of the classroom slid open.
I heard the people stand and greet our Homeroom Adviser, the transvestite-sensei, a good morning.
" Ohayo my wonderful students and assistant teacher!" he greeted back.
" Sensei, please! This is supposed to be your scheduled period. Please let me go Home!" the eyeglass wearing substitute whimpered but was not heard of. Actually, no one took notice to the poor wimp. He was too wimpy to be able to be respected by the class. Heh, whimp.
" Now, now. Don't be in a fret. I came here to introduce to you a new student who'll be joining our class." From behind the cover of the manga book, my crimson eyes widened into plate dishes. No way, I thought that she would be placed in a lower level like maybe 3rd Grade or even lower than that.
" Now class please welcome this lovely young lady. Could you please write down your name on the board in front." the transvestite requested the girl.
" Yes Sir!" came the voice's reply. After jotting down the characters on board, I glanced to see that I was correct to claim that I knew that voice all too well. It was also a surprise that she even knew how to write the correct kanji for her name.
Mikan Sakura.
" Hello everybody, Please take care of me." and she politely bowed in front of them. Showing courtesy that she did not even care to give to me, her savior! Idiot girls are soooo skin-deep people. I'd pity the student that would have to seat right next to that idiot. She would be opening her big mouth non-stop and annoy the person until the end of time itself...
I shifted my eyes to the window on my left as I heard the suspected-to-be-gay teacher say something about her seating place. "Mikan-chan, if you could please sit in between those two students at the back and the one to your left would be your partner."
I heard a few gasps that I muffled out and the Permy Girl giving a shriek but why should I care? "Hello, nice to meet you again and umm...excuse me...is your friend here asleep?"...maybe I should've cared slightly.
" E—eto..." I heard Ruka's wimpy attempt of answering the girl whom I've come for the last 48 or less hours to hate.
" Hey! Is he DEAD or something?" she was now worrying herself and shaking my arm non-stop. What the hell...
Instead of trying to smack the head of the girl I just held the hand that was shaking me vigorously and squeezed it so painfully that she would come to understand the body language that said ' Shut-the-hell-up-or-else-I'll-punch-you-and -shove-a-gym-sock-up-your-big-mouth.
And it worked wonders...that was until I heard her gasped as she realized who she had to deal with. That didn't help my situation either so there was a Mutual Understandment in it. I squeezed her arm again using the body language that said 'Sit-Down-Shut-Up-Or-Else-Glare' and it worked again.
And now, to suffer the rest of the day with this...this...I can't even get use to this yet.
I couldn't even get to lunch without going over the point of Annoyance without her sticking up like a sore thumb. Most of the periods we had, which were 5 in the morning before lunch bell, were spent with either her crying out to Imai sitting two rows up front or sobbing it up wishing that she had stayed home and played with the Old Hag-neechan. Worse yet was when it came to Math Class with that horrible evil aura teacher that had a fascinating interest on frogs, Jinno-the jerk face-sensei.
Well, let me tell you this, I couldn't get enough peace of mind to even write my own name on the blank piece of questionnaire without hearing that wretched girl asking what the answer was to #1 and the following consecutive numbers. It was so irritating that I couldn't hold on the feeling any longer...
" Damn it, wretched Polka!The Answer is 2 square root of 3." I slapped my forehead in disgrace. This was simple algebra and as a -supposedly- certified High School Student, she couldn't get it?! I was infuriated.
I hope it wasn't in the contract that I had to tutor this lowly excuse for an evolved form of a monkey...
Worse yet, was that I got out of my cool side...
" Hyuuga-san, is there a problem with the surprise test I am giving the class?" I hid my choked voice with an equal glare to the eyeglass rimmed control-freak. Electricity was surely buzzing out of his unnaturally malnourished face.
I couldn't let my weakness show, not even the slightest. No, No, No, No, No, No... That would be a hell worse than standing up and let my Precious Hot Wheels collection get auctioned off to a careless and irresponsible unfortunate roommate" What the hell are you looking at?"
I swear I could hear a vein pop out not from his head but from his frog. Wait, what the heck? Do they share some kind of alien bonding connection that was invisible to the naked eye? This was getting ever weirder and weirder by the second.
As I stood out of the classroom door and stare at the outside surroundings with my hands busy carrying the wieghts of two water buckets on each side, I thought of a fitting title to this awful morning. Ah yes...
The Lost Days of Handsome Men.
Specifically Me.
Then something dawned to me. Math was the last period in the morning until lunch break.
Lunch--
Lunch Break--
Free Lunch--
Ruka--
Oh Crap I have to say sorry to Ruka or else I'll have no Lunch on Lunch Break. Nooo!!! I need my protein. I need my Soda. I need my rice. I need my nutrients. I need my precious Health back.
Lunch, a holy hour to receive blessings from God to our stomachs. Lunch, a time when students mingle while having their midday food eaten. Lunch, a time when students can relax and take it easy whilst they prepare for the perpetually boring part of the day which was afternoon school time. Which would not take long unless I find Ruka and fill this pit hole that was once my STOMACH! Is this the punishment that Ruka said -secretly- to me? If so, it's pretty harsh man!
I went on my way after having to suffer an extra 30 minutes after the lunch bell rang weighing those insufferable buckets on my hands without thought of rest, only HUNGER. I tried to spot that clean and sheen looking mop of blonde hair that could specifically be brought out only by my closest friend. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it anywhere. Damn it. This really was a cursed day.
I tried the classroom. I tried the cafeteria. I tried the gardening club's special green house. I even tried the secret teachers' lounge that those lazy-ass teachers thought that would be a secret but Nooo of course not, this was a School, for Pete's Sake. Of course there wouldn't be a secret that would not be known by the general public in these grounds.
And then it hit me, where was Ruka's special place again—after the gardening clubs' special green house that is—Ah, right
I almost forgot about that place. I raced myself up the flight of stairs nearly passing out due to my lack of carbohydrates and protein. What? I may not look like it, but I need excessive amounts of food to cure this insufferable stomach...
...I have high metabolism, okay?
At last, the end was near. I opened the rooftop door as swiftly as I went up the flight of stairs. And saw the prize that I was waiting for. There he was, standing on the rails and beneath him...treasure that was even better than Gold.
" Te-tempura...Donburi...Katsudon...So—Soba...and even...desert is—mi" I could've felt my mouth flow with the saliva that my eyes were producing from the overflow of all of my favorite food. This has got to be heaven right now.
" That's right Natsume. All of your favorite food cooked with Tender Loving Care from your very patient and very understanding best friend." Oh crap, he's saying the adjectives with a spicy and tangy venom in it. He must be wholesomely angry with me. I could only stare at the ground where the food was placed and be silent. Sweating at the sheer goodness of the food.
" I know you're hungry what with your 'high metabolism' and those junk." he was right. Indefinitely correct. He began to lower himself to the ground, getting the chopsticks...breaking it in half...getting one of the two bentos filled with the lush goodness...and slowly but surely devouring every bit. Savouring it...
" Crap." I muttered to myself. He knew my weakness was lunch. Specifically that addicting food he serves during lunch break every single day since I transferred here. And the scary part of it, was that he was enjoying every single torturing moment.
After swallowing the last of his home made tempura, I lost all sanity and began to kneel down on the place mat he had set up along with the food that was on top of it. I had to say it. Those three harsh words that was never supposed to come out of my thin, saliva-wet lips.
" I...I—!"
This is so aggravating especially when playing with the dark side of Ruka.
" Eh? What are you trying to say?" he narrowed his eyes unto my falling body. Enjoying my weakness like some Dictator winning over the world with his military tactics and power.
I had to say it. No. I must say it.
" I am sorry." There I said with all of my power. All of mypride going down the drain as I stared expectantly over those luscious looking delicacies.
Ruka gulped down the last bit of his food and stared.
"Sorry, to say it flatly, I hate you right now."
I froze at his statement. Ahh, all hope is lost for me. I'm gonna die due to famine any minute now.
And then, I heard him sigh and lean back so that his weight was on his hands. He began to stare at the vast sky, watching over it. Expecting something... "I don't know the reason why but I just can't hate you that much."
I stared at disbelief. Uhh, like Whuut—?
He laughed his heart out at my reaction. Like the time we first met. After so many of those incidents happening around me for the past 2 days. This... This was nostalgic.
" I'm pissed off by the fact that you chose those girls over me. Not saying that I'm gay or anything. That's just wrong. But being the only friend whom I told my secret to...It hurts to know that he is going into the dark side with those...those..."
" Ruka." I showed a bit of my relief through the small smile that appeared unconsciously on my face. " Don't worry, I didn't do it because I didn't like you as a friend anymore."
And so I began explaining it to him about the part where I was forced to take care of the stupid girl that was with me. Saying about the contract that I was forced to sign because of the tag team work of Imai and the Hag. Of course changing a few details like the fact that the stupid girl was actually living with me in my house out of her own free will.
" Haha, wow Natsume. Just Wow. I can't believe that the crazy landlady would actually trust you the obligation of taking care of that girl, Mikan—wasn't it?" he laughed.
" Oh don't worry. She knows that I loathe the job. She knows that I will have to spend money on the girl and she knows that I have no way of escaping it."
" You can sue."
" Yeah, but I'll be out on the streets before I even think of doing it." we both began to laugh out like there was no tomorrow until a growl escape from my angry little pithole of a stomach.
"Ye—yeah." he snickered at my growling stomach.
" So friends or do I have to kneel down to beg for food again?" I asked, expecting the first answer.
" I still think you should kneel down and beg but I've got a better idea." the guy smirked and as if by cue, the bell rang for first period.
He stared at my shocked and paled face. And smirked again. That Evil Ruka...
" Sucker." he muttered before saying that I can eat the bento but I needed to hurry before the first period teacher came.
Evil Ruka...That day, I learned never to mess with that side of Ruka's personality again.
The school day ended with the regular routine. The chasing fangirls and the chant of 'Natsume-idol-sama~!' and at the end, I was grateful that Ruka and I were friends again. I even finished the bento he made before the teacher arrived. I must have set a World Record for the fastest person to eat a whole bento box in 24 seconds. Oh I almost forgot.
" Ruka, do we have work tonight?" I asked him with ease since Polka was apparently snoring away during the rest of the afternoon periods. Hey, it wasn't part of the list that I should wake her if that were to happen. I'll just let her suffer slowly and painfully (Smirk)
Ruka, on the other side of the girl, nodded 'yes' but then said that he had asked the manager a day off since he had 'other things' to do for the night so I was left to fend for myself.
I reluctantly nodded in agreement as the dismissal bell rang. Polka got up and started screaming about how a Pervert started to steal away her Polka Dotted Panties. Heh, idiot girl. Everyone laughed at her while Ruka blushed at the paled Polka. Okay, What? That was weird but better to ignore that or else face the wrath of Evil Ruka again.
Ignoring the laughing audience, Polka began to cling unto my arm like a little lost Polka Dotted Puppy. "Natsume, Natsume~!I want to tell you something. Ne~!" I could almost imagine her wagging her imaginary tail at me, her master.
I pushed her off but she still followed me all the way to the outside gate; Ruka and Imai was also with us by this time.
" Quit clinging to me like a mutt!" I ranted. "Go Home!"
And she stared at me innocently. "But we do live at the same house. Don't you remember?"
...Right. "Just shut up and let's go, ugly."
" What! Natsume-baka. My name's not Ugly." she ranted
" Then Polka."
" No! Not that too." Sigh, here we go again. I stared at my friend and Imai. Bid Ruka goodbye and stared at Imai's cold purple eyes.
"Idiot then." we started walking; Polka was ranting and punching while I was insulting and evading.
Mikan's POV:
Stupid Natsume no Baka! I hate his guts sooo much it makes me want to puke and spread my puke all over that snobby face of his. And the worst part is...that he left me in the house with TONS OF HOMEWORK!
That...that...I can't even begin to describe my hatred towards him. Sure, I was being kind to him by showing my innocent face but he always reverses it back and converts my love-towards-all-creatures into pure hatred.
Well, I'll show Him!
Natsume-baka said that he had to go and do his part time work. (Whatever it was) So he'll have to go home later this evening maybe in the morning he said since he may not think of going home to be welcome by a Polka Dotted Idiot whoever he was.
Wait a minute...Ah—
That JERK!
Just he wait. Before he left, he told me not to open the door even if someone was knocking on it for an excessive amount of time. Instead, he would be knocking first then he would open the door with the spare key he had himself. But that'll be all that he will do. Hehehe
With an evil laugh, I made a simple contraption wherein when someone will open the door, it will automatically trigger the machine to make white powdery flour fall all over the top of his stupid black hair. Haha, then he will no longer be the black haired caretaker, he will be the Old Man who is taking care of her daughter Jerk Jerk!
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Gasp, it's him. But he said not to open the door so I just hid myself at the covers of the futon bed I already set up and snickered to myself that this was one of the greatest idea that I have made as of yet!
The door unlocked and creaked open. Yes, it must be Natsume-baka.
" Natsume—Oof!" and the revenge has been Made! Booyah! And as I heard his muffled cries of 'what the—Pfft!!' I stood up in my victory stance and pointed out at his white face.
Except, it wasn't Natsume-baka at all...
" U—U—Usagi!" I screamed as I saw clearly that it was the blonde haired boy that was with us since this morning. Gasp, what the HELL should I do?!
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Me: And so ends the long, long fic that I hope has resolve for the slowness of my updating—ness.
Natsume: Whatever
Me: I had to cut the rantings short especially the day activities. I just focused on the interaction and the forgiving part with Natsume and Ruka. If you didn't mind. But I am still going to feature the day with Mikan's POV and also Ruka's ASAP. But then again, there IS the mystery as to What Natsume-kun' part-time Job is. It's a 'nifty' one. (Evil Laugh)
Natsume: Sure, Evil Laugh it off will ya.
Me: (Stares at Natsume) Are you going all emo on me?
Natsume: No, just angsty.
Me: Whatever, I'm also hoping to post an Omake about how Natsume and Ruka met on Natsume's first day in Tokyo. Is that a preference for next chapter (separate from the real chapter, Omake's are supposed to be considered not a part of the real plot or so I have been told, correct me if I'm wrong) or would you like it at the ending? (Whenever that is...) But gladly, I have the whole plot in my head. Hopefully, nothing bad happens to me or the computer. Oh well, I'll be waiting for your reviews.
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